Lyrics
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Group affiliation or reference
Grrah, grrah
Expressing sounds of aggression or intensity
Y'all know who I'm smokin' on
Referencing individuals he's targeting or confronting
While I'm in this booth
While he's recording music
I don't even gotta say it at all (Grrah)
He doesn't need to explicitly state something
C Blu!
Artist's self-identification
Yeah, they callin' me GOAT
Repetition of themes: maintaining humility despite fame, readiness to defend oneself, references to specific actions and situations where he's cautious and vigilant
But I gotta stay humble
-Keep me a pole, why the fuck would I tussle?
-Hit her one time, then I block her, Mutombo
-Mali my QB, I know he won't fumble (Grrah)
-Yeah, these niggas be plottin' on me
-My chain, they can' take it from me (At all)
-If he reach, no Kyrie, I teach
-He thought he was tough
-Now his face on a tee
-Yeah, that fummy got poked tryna
-Get egg and cheese
-Ain't no takin' me out, feel funny
-I squeeze
-Walk up, faceshot, left his brain on the seat
-(Grrah, grrah) you get burned to a spliff
-Think you fuckin' wit' C
-Send shots, get low, smoke up, then repeat
-Send shots, get low, smoke up, then repeat
-Keep two straps when I step in the spot
-That's a rubber and a 23 Glock
-Chain on my neck, so these thots on my cock
-Let a nigga act up, he get shot
-Yeah, the moment he reach
-I'ma up it and flock it
-Walk up, just to make sure I drop him
-Cops on my as
-But you know I ain't stoppin' (At all)
-Popped a Perc' just to boost my adrenaline
-Catch a opp and you know I'ma finish him
-Free Gotti, he addicted to drillin' shit
-Hop out, we ain't leavin' no witnesses
-(Grrah, grrah)
-Shots fire, he got put up on Citizen
-Strap up, don't ger burned, no Chlamydia
-These niggas be cap, only tough on the media
-See 'em in person
-Their body gon' freeze up
-She chill wit' the opps, she get left
-No Kenneka
-Don't ask what I'm smokin', you know it
-Rahizo, you know that shit potent ('Hizo)
-Shots at his head, yeah, they call it a DOA
-I don't fuck wit' no blocks, bitch
-I'm EBK
-I got shots for them niggas who feel a way
-And these streets is so much, I'm superior
-Shots to his stomach, fucked up his interior
-You got chops, I got chops
-We ain't fearin' ya'
-If you talkin' money, I ain't hearin' ya'
-(At all, If you talkin' money
-I ain't hearin' ya')
-Yeah, they callin' me GOAT
-But I gotta stay humble
-Keep me a pole, why the fuck would I tussle?
-Hit her one time, then I block her, Mutombo
-Mali my QB, I know he won't fumble
-(Grrah, grrah)
-Yeah, these niggas be plottin' on me
-My chain, they can' take it from me
-If he reach, no Kyrie, I teach
-He thought he was tough
-Now his face on a tee
-Grrah c Blu!
Conclusion or signature sound
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